Shameful it isnTo think thatnI would gainnAnything morenThan a fewnBloody tearsnFrom dancingnWith someonenWho believesnTheir life isnWorth provingnnThe only pleasurenThat I can leechnFrom the vulturesnWho are too eagernTo wait fornMy timely deathnIs knowing that theynCan only drainnSo much bloodnFrom mynOverworked veinsnnI am drowningnIn your kindnessnFor lettingnA whelp like menBreathe your airnBut know thatnThe only thingnYour fists servenTo teach menIs that painnIs the only thingnI havenBeen allowednTo lovennBeg yournMisbegotten sensenOf self-loathingnThat you willnLearn to stopnPounding onnThe door set-upnBy recoursenSo that younWill never cultivatenThe seeds of hatenYou spewed within mynSoft, budding framennI can only pullnSo much pleasurenFrom the veins thatnHave already poppednUnder my gripnI can only watchnYou twitchnFor so longnBefore the pitynYou nevernHad the soulnTo give menSets innnShame younNever once liftednYour fistsnTo see the beautynThat liesnwithin yournEnemies' eyesnBut remembernMy formernLook of dreadnWhen you realizenThat stonesnCan be thrownnBoth waysnnCopyright 2009 Brian The Magician Lovejoy